"Wake up? Father, you are wrong. I was not sober before, but now I suddenly woke up, and I can't be more sober." Chu Shaoyang said lightly: "I used to be with my father. Your Majesty, you are the same now, blinded by your power and position, filled with hatred. You just want the imperial power and throne, revenge, and take back what belongs to me! But when I stand on the top of the Buddhist hall and see you, Father! What I look like now is like seeing me in the future, twenty years from now... No, that's not what I want, I don't want to become like you, my father!"
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion couldn't help shouting angrily: "What's wrong with being like me!"
"No, not good at all." Chu Shaoyang shook his head: "Father, you must rarely look in the mirror for so many years, right? You should see what you look like now."
He looked carefully at the face of the Master of Zixiao Pavilion.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion gritted his teeth and sneered: "I am getting old, and I am no longer the graceful person I used to be."
"No." Chu Shaoyang shook his head again, "The father in my memory is not only personable. Although he was strict and unsmiling to me, he always whipped me and punished me for my lack of effort, but I never I never hated my father at that time. I knew that the stricter my father was on me, the more he was doing it for my own good. My father wanted me to become stronger and have a more outstanding character because he had high hopes for me. So at that time, I was only grateful to my father, but that father disappeared and was never seen again. "
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion stared, gritted his teeth and said, "My good and obedient son is also gone."
Chu Shaoyang seemed to ignore it and continued: "Although that father has disappeared for ten years, he has always been in my heart. It is my belief. I want to take back the throne that belongs to me because I want to be like I want to be the pride of my father. I hate Chu Mochuan. I hate him for taking away my throne. I hate him... I hate him for doing even better than my father back then. I hate him even more. Because I know that even if I get to that position, I can’t do better than him!”
"Father, you can't imagine that I hate him for this reason, right? It's not just that he wanted to steal love. I hated him in my heart a long time ago. This kind of hatred, to put it another way, is also called envy."
Chu Shaoyang said quietly and suddenly smiled.
"Having tasted the taste of jealousy, people will become very scary, so scary that they will do some things that they can't even imagine. So in order to overwhelm him, I did many incredible things. Thinking about it now, it's like It was a long, terrible dream, and it wasn’t until I stood on the top of the Buddhist hall and saw your face now that I finally woke up.”
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion couldn't help but said: "My face... what happened to my face?"
Chu Shaoyang looked at him: "Your face is full of hatred, resentment, hatred, and all the ugly expressions in the world. That face... is really ugly. After one glance, I never want to see it again. Second glance. At the same time, a voice told me, Chu Shaoyang, if you don't stop, your face will look exactly like that face before long! It was this voice that woke me up and made me decide to give up the plan. Let me decide to give up revenge and give up the throne that is within my reach."